The sterile hospital corridor was eerily silent, with only the faint echo of footsteps and the steady hum of machines from the operation theater breaking the stillness. Mr. Haesung paced nervously back and forth, his face pale and lined with worry. He had been waiting for hours, and each passing minute felt like an eternity. His heart pounded, anxiety gnawing at him as he glanced at the closed double doors of the operating room.
Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook stood nearby, watching Mr. Haesung with unreadable expressions. Their presence, though silent, was powerful, as if they were guarding a secret known only to them. The tension in the air was palpable.
Suddenly, the doors of the operating room swung open. A doctor, still wearing her scrubs and mask, stepped out. Mr. Haesung rushed to her, his breath catching in his throat.
Doctor: "The operation was successful," she said with a reassuring smile. "The patient is stable, and we expect a full recovery."
Relief washed over Mr. Haesung, and he let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "Thank you, doctor. Thank you so much," he whispered, his voice trembling with gratitude.
The doctor nodded and glanced briefly at the three men standing behind Mr. Haesung. "You should also thank them," she said, gesturing toward Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook. "Their support was crucial."
Mr. Haesung turned to them, confusion mingling with gratitude. Before he could speak, Taehyung stepped forward, his expression cold but firm. Without a word, he handed a thick envelope to Mr. Haesung, filled with money.
Taehyung: "This should cover everything. Remember, not a word to Sarang," Taehyung said in a low, commanding tone, his eyes darkening with warning. "You owe her peace. Don’t ruin it."
Mr. Haesung hesitated for a moment, clutching the envelope tightly in his hands. His eyes flickered with both fear and curiosity. "Why are you doing this? What’s your connection to Sarang?"
Taehyung didn’t miss a beat. His eyes bored into Mr. Haesung’s with unshakable confidence.
Taehyung: "Because I will be her future husband," he said with chilling certainty. "And her destiny."
A heavy silence followed, the weight of Taehyung’s words hanging in the air like a storm cloud. Mr. Haesung’s eyes widened in shock, unable to comprehend what he had just heard.
Taehyung didn’t wait for a response. With a final look, he turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing down the corridor. Jimin and Jungkook followed closely behind, their presence a silent yet powerful force.
The room fell into a tense silence, the weight of Taehyung’s words hanging in the air like a heavy storm cloud. Mr. Haesung stared at him in shock, unable to form a response. His thoughts raced—what did Taehyung mean? How was Sarang’s future tied to this man? And why had he never known about it?
As they disappeared from sight, Mr. Haesung stood frozen, his mind racing with questions. The envelope in his hand felt heavier than before, a reminder of the deal he had just made with a man who claimed Sarang as his future.
Before Haesung could ask more, Taehyung turned on his heel, his black coat swaying behind him with the fluidity of a predator in motion. Jimin and Jungkook followed silently, exchanging glances before leaving without a word.
Mr. Haesung stood there, rooted to the spot, the envelope still in his hand, Taehyung’s final words echoing in his mind.
Her destiny?
End of POV
SARANG ‘S POV
Sarang stood quietly in the living room, gazing around the familiar space with a heavy heart. The warm afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows on the walls that had seen so much of her life. She ran her fingers along the edge of the table, remembering the laughter and love she shared with Minhyun. This house wasn’t just a place to live—it was a home full of memories, their memories. Every corner of the room reminded her of moments she had cherished, but now it was time to let go.
Her hands lingered on a framed photograph of Minhyun holding baby Jihan, and for a moment, she felt her chest tighten. This was the last connection to him, the life they had built together. But Mr. Haesung’s financial struggles weighed on her mind. She knew he would never have asked them to leave if it wasn’t necessary. It pained her to leave, but Sarang reminded herself she had to stay strong—for Jihan. Her son’s future was all that mattered now.
Yuna was in the kitchen, wrapping fragile dishes in newspapers, her movements quick and practiced. She glanced at Sarang, sensing her friend’s mood. Yuna always knew when Sarang was lost in thought, when the weight of her memories became too heavy. Setting down a plate, she walked over to Sarang and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“It’s okay, Sarang,” Yuna said softly, giving her friend a reassuring smile. “This place will always be a part of you. Wherever we go, the memories will stay with us.”
Sarang blinked, shaking herself from her thoughts. She nodded, trying to smile back. “I know, it’s just…this house isn’t just bricks and mortar. It’s where Minhyun and I built our life. It’s where Jihan took his first steps…” Her voice faltered, but she took a deep breath and continued. “But I have to be strong now, for Jihan.”
"I know. It's hard. But you're not alone in this, Sarang. We’re with you, and wherever we go, we’ll make it a home. For you and Jihan.” Said Yuna
Jiwoon, who had been silently folding blankets by the couch, stood up and approached them. She could read the emotions in Sarang’s face as clearly as Yuna could. “We’ll make new memories, Sarang,” she said brightly, trying to lift the mood. “And you’re not alone. You’ve got us, and we’re all in this together. Besides, I think the new place is going to be a fresh start for all of us.”
Sarang nodded, feeling the truth in her friend’s words. She took a deep breath and straightened up. “You’re right. I need to be strong—for Jihan. He’s my priority now.”
Jiwoon grinned and waved a ladle in the air as she packed up the kitchen utensils. “That’s the spirit! Plus, who knows, maybe the new house will be better and You’ll find some peace there.”
Sarang smiled at Jiwoon’s optimism, feeling a little lighter. “You’re right,” she agreed. “It’s time for a fresh start.”
They all shared a light laugh, the atmosphere brightening just a little. Sarang wiped away a stray tear, grateful for the support of her friends. As the three women continued packing, the weight in Sarang’s chest began to ease slightly. It wasn’t going to be easy, but they would get through this together .
Just as they shared a quiet moment of encouragement, the doorbell rang, startling all three women out of their thoughts.
“I’ll get it,” Jiwoon said quickly, wiping her hands on her jeans and heading for the door.
She opened it to find Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook standing on the porch, their usual air of confidence and calm surrounding them. Behind them, a small truck was parked at the curb, ready to load the boxes. Jungkook gave Jiwoon a cheeky grin as he leaned casually against the doorframe.
Need some help with the heavy lifting?” he asked, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Jiwoon raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Of Course we might need your muscles to help set up the furniture.”
Jungkook flexed dramatically, earning a laugh from Jiwoon. “I’ve got you covered,” he teased.
Jimin chuckled, stepping inside. “ We’re here to help. Let’s get this done.”
Taehyung, quieter than the other two, walked in and his eyes immediately went to Sarang. There was a brief moment of unspoken understanding between them. He saw the sadness in her eyes, and she saw the silent promise in his. He would help her through this—through anything.
“How are you doing?” Taehyung asked softly as he approached her, his voice low so only she could hear.
“I’m okay,” Sarang replied with a small smile. “It’s just…hard to say goodbye.”
Taehyung nodded, his gaze steady and comforting. “You’re not saying goodbye. You’re just moving forward. And we’re all here for you.”
Sarang’s heart warmed at his words. She glanced over at Jihan, who was playing with his toys in the corner, oblivious to the gravity of the situation. Taehyung was right. She wasn’t alone.
Jimin clapped his hands together, breaking the solemn mood. “Alright, let’s get to work. We’ve got a truck outside, and the faster we pack, the sooner we can all relax.”
Yuna rolled her eyes playfully. “Look at you, Jimin, acting like you’ve done this before.”
“Hey, I’ve moved a few boxes in my time,” Jimin shot back, grinning as he grabbed a couple of them.
Jungkook wandered over to Jiwoon, who was taping up another box.
Jungkook grinned as he stepped in, looking around the room. “You ladies have already done most of the packing, huh? Efficient as always.”
Jungkook, standing behind Jiwoon gave a small salute. “Truck’s outside. Ready when you are.”
Jiwoon couldn’t help but smile at their enthusiasm. “We're almost done, but the help is appreciated.”
Yuna chuckled, throwing a playful glance at Jimin. “Well, at least you’ll be useful for something today.”
Jimin raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Always underestimating me, huh? Watch me lift these boxes like a pro.”
Meanwhile
Taehyung bent down to scoop up little Jihan, who immediately burst into a fit of giggles, his tiny arms reaching for Taehyung’s neck. The sound of Jihan’s laughter filled the room, bright and innocent, blending with the excited bark of Yeontan, who wagged his tail and bounced around their feet.
“Ready to experience the new chapter, champ?” Taehyung asked softly, his lips curling into a tender smile as he held Jihan close. The little boy giggled again, his eyes twinkling as he snuggled into Taehyung’s chest, finding comfort in his embrace.
Taehyung glanced down at the boy in his arms, feeling a warmth spread through him. The bond he was slowly forming with Jihan was undeniable, and it only deepened his determination to be a strong presence in Sarang’s and Jihan’s lives. As much as he loved Sarang, he knew Jihan was her world, and in a way, becoming important to Jihan meant becoming a part of Sarang’s heart as well.
But then, Taehyung’s gaze shifted toward Sarang. She was standing by the table, her fingers gently tracing the edge of a familiar photograph—a picture of Minhyun holding a newborn Jihan. The soft expression on her face, the way her eyes lingered on Minhyun’s face, made Taehyung’s heart clench painfully.
He watched as Sarang, with great care, took the photo frame and placed it gently into a box. It was as if she was handling something fragile, something irreplaceable. Her actions, so tender, made Taehyung’s blood boil with a sudden rush of jealousy. He knew Minhyun was dead, and no matter what he did, he could never erase Minhyun’s place in Sarang’s life. Taehyung hated that feeling—knowing there was a part of her heart he could never reach . Taehyung knew he couldn’t change that. Minhyun had shared a life with her, had given her a son, and no matter how much Taehyung wanted to, he could never erase that part of Sarang’s past.
His fingers instinctively tightened around Jihan’s tiny form, his jaw clenching ever so slightly. Why does it bother me so much? he thought to himself. He’s gone. He can’t be here for her… but I can. I will.
As Jihan snuggled deeper into his chest, oblivious to the emotional storm brewing inside Taehyung, Taehyung felt a sting in his chest. He silently promised himself that no matter how long it took, he would win her heart completely. He couldn’t change the past or Minhyun’s memory, but he could be her future. He would be her future.
From across the room, Jimin silently observed the whole scene. He saw the way Taehyung’s jaw clenched, the flicker of frustration and longing in his eyes. Jimin knew his friend well enough to recognize the internal battle Taehyung was fighting. And knowing how delicate the situation was, he decided to step in and diffuse the tension before it grew too heavy.
"Alright, lovebirds," Jimin said, his voice light and teasing as he clapped his hands together, drawing everyone's attention. "We’re not trying to move out of here tomorrow, are we? Let’s get a move on, or I’ll have to charge all of you for my amazing moving skills."
Yuna looked up from the box she was packing, her gaze soft but tired. She gave Jimin a small, grateful smile. “You’re right. We should hurry.”
Taehyung, pulling himself from his thoughts, nodded and shifted Jihan in his arms. "Yeah," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "Let’s get this done."
Jungkook, standing by the door, couldn’t help but chuckle at Jimin’s antics. "I’d say we charge you for the amount of talking you’re doing instead of working."
Jimin shot Jungkook a mock glare. "I’m providing moral support. Very important work, you know."
Sarang’s lips curled into a small smile, her heart warming at the banter between the men. It was moments like these that reminded her she wasn’t facing everything alone. She had people who cared about her, who cared about Jihan, and that was enough to give her the strength to move forward.
Taehyung, though quiet, couldn’t help but steal another glance at Sarang as she packed away the last of her things. He took a deep breath, calming the storm inside him. Minhyun might always be a part of her past, but Taehyung swore that he would become her future. Whatever it took.
His eyes remained fixed on Sarang as she closed the box, sealing away not just objects, but memories—memories that didn’t include him. It made his blood boil, yet at the same time, he couldn’t hate it. He couldn’t hate Minhyun, but it only fueled his determination. He silently promised himself, I’ll earn her heart. Whatever it takes. One day, it won’t be just his picture she looks at with love. I’ll become that important to her.
"Alright, guys," Jiwoon said, clapping her hands together, "we should probably hurry up. We’ve got a lot more stuff to load, and I’m sure we all are getting hungry." She winked looking towards Jungkook who had already looked at her with a playful smirk .
Sarang looked up from the box, her eyes softening at Jiwoon’s words, appreciating the lightness she brought. "You’re right," she said with a small smile. “I’ll finish up here. There’s not much left.”
Jimin moved toward her and offered his hand to help her stand, his own eyes flicking to Taehyung briefly, recognizing the struggle his friend was going through. “We’ve got this covered,” Jimin assured, his tone gentle yet firm. “Why don’t you take a moment with Jihan? He looks comfortable enough to sleep through the rest of the move.”
Sarang chuckled lightly at the sight of her son curled up against Taehyung, his small face nestled into Taehyung’s chest. “He really does,” she said softly, her expression briefly touched with affection for the scene.
Taehyung, though still holding onto his internal struggle, managed to return a small smile, though his mind was elsewhere. He adjusted Jihan in his arms, gently patting his back. “He’s a tough little guy,” he murmured, his eyes meeting Sarang’s briefly before quickly looking away, unable to fully mask the conflict in his heart.
Jimin noticed and quickly busied himself, directing Jungkook to start loading more boxes into the truck. “C’mon, Jungkook, let’s finish this up before Jihan wakes up demanding food.”
Jungkook grinned and followed Jimin’s lead. “I’m on it. Let’s get this done so we can all head to the new place. Fresh start and all that.”
As the others moved around, continuing to pack and load, Taehyung stood for a moment longer, holding Jihan close. His eyes briefly flickered back to Sarang, who was now focused on the tasks at hand. He tightened his hold on the sleeping boy, silently vowing again that no matter how long it took, no matter how deep Minhyun’s presence lingered, he would one day be the person Sarang turned to, just as she had once turned to Minhyun.
Jimin caught Taehyung’s eye from across the room, giving him a small nod, understanding the silent war raging inside his friend. And with that, Taehyung took a deep breath and joined the others, ready to finish the task ahead and step into the next chapter—where he hoped to write himself into Sarang’s heart.
As the group worked together to load the last of the boxes, the weight of the day slowly started to lift, replaced by the sense that something new was beginning—something full of possibility. And as Taehyung held Jihan close, he knew in his heart that this was just the beginning of his journey with Sarang.
End of POV
AUTHOR 'S POV
Yoongi sat in his dimly lit office, his high-tech computer screens reflecting the sharp glow of codes and surveillance data. His fingers danced across the keys, his eyes darting between different monitors that tracked the activities of Yeojun, who was diligently hacking away at their system. The soft hum of the machinery filled the room, but Yoongi’s mind was sharper than any technology in front of him.
Yoongi’s POV
"Poor boy, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into. I’m waiting eagerly to see if you’re as smart as you think. But what you don’t know is that you’re playing in my world. I’m the god of this tech."
A small smirk played on his lips as he allowed Yeojun deeper access, all while ensuring his own backdoor safeguards remained intact. Yoongi had orchestrated this entire situation, making it look easy for Yeojun to infiltrate the system. He wanted to see how far Yeojun could go and how skilled he truly was.
Namjoon, Jin, and the others stood behind Yoongi, watching silently as the sequence unfolded. Namjoon, arms crossed, shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his usual calm demeanor slightly tinged with curiosity.
Namjoon:
"He’s almost in, right?"
Yoongi nodded, barely glancing away from the screen. The security layers were falling one by one, just as he expected. He admired Yeojun’s skill, but this was just a game to him—a game he always intended to win.
Jin:
"This kid really thinks he’s got us. Look at him go."
There was a chuckle from Seokjin as he leaned against the desk, his eyes flicking to Yoongi’s calm, composed expression.
Within minutes, the final wall fell, and the system was fully breached. On the other end, Yeojun would be celebrating, thinking he had outsmarted the famous Bangtan tech team.
Yoongi’s smirk widened as he casually leaned back into his chair, crossing his arms behind his head as if he had just finished a puzzle. With a single motion, he closed the computer screen in front of him, ending the display of Yeojun’s victory.
Yoongi:
"It’s done now. He’s in."
His tone was amused, as though he was toying with a naïve child.
Jin stood upright, clapping his hands together.
Jin:
"Well, that was fun. Time for the next step. What do you say?"
Namjoon nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Namjoon:
"Let’s see how he reacts when he realizes he’s been played. Yeojun’s smart, but not that smart."
Yoongi:
"He doesn’t know what’s waiting for him. Let him enjoy this moment for now."
Jimin, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward, an eyebrow raised.
Jimin:
"So, what’s our next move, Yoongi?"
Yoongi pushed himself off the headboard, cracking his neck as he stood up.
Yoongi:
"We let him walk into the trap. I’ve rigged the system—he’ll get access to exactly what I want him to see. Then we reel him in."
Jin:
"And when he realizes he’s been fed fake data?"
Yoongi’s smile was dark, his eyes gleaming.
Yoongi:
"That’s when the real fun begins."
Namjoon glanced at Yoongi, impressed as always by his methodical precision.
Namjoon:
"Let’s make sure Yeojun understands who he’s dealing with. He thinks he’s the hunter, but we’ll show him who really holds the power."
Seokjin walked toward the door, gesturing for the others to follow.
Jin:
"Alright, team. Phase one is complete. Now, let’s move to phase two. This game just got interesting.
As they left, Yoongi lingered for a moment, his hand resting on the closed laptop. He chuckled softly to himself, eyes glittering with anticipation.
Yoongi’s POV:
"Yeojun, welcome to my playground. Let’s see how long you can keep up before I pull the rug out from under you."
With that, he switched off the lights, leaving the room shrouded in darkness, except for the faint glow of the tech still humming silently in the background.
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